Fan Fiction ❯ Legends of Aku Fatalia: The Two Fates ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

The sky painted in colors of crimson and dark orange shades. The ground a red barren ground. The noises of the wind, accumulated with the sounds of roaring creatures. The town was seemingly desolate and devoid of the living. Yet inside the houses dwell the inhabitants of this land. Adorn the peeks of the highest tower of a decrypted castle, two crimson eyes glowed behind two black, thin curtains. Behind them stood a man with a goblet in hand. He rotated the goblet causing a crimson fluid to swirl ever so slightly.

Although, his grim features were hidden in the darkness, The trained eye could make them out. His skin ashen pale, almost no trace of color in it. His eyes a crimson shade with flecks of black tainted within them. Unusually, his pupils seemed cat like, slitted instead of round orbs, but still reflected the darkness of the world. His hair was white with strands of melted silver mixed within. Two black demon wings sprouted from his back, both twitching in the darkness. His teeth like a vampire's, sharp as daggers. His hands covered by black leather gloves. A black and crimson trench coat covered the rest of his figure. His slightly baggy pants were ebony black with a belt. His boots rising up to end a short way before his kneecaps. A sword was hung by his side.

He took a sip from the goblet in his hand. Licking his lips afterwards, savoring the metallic taste until the last drop. His mouth half parted, his pearl colored fangs exposed to the humid wind of the spacious room. His wings extended outward behind him as to stretch. They were the size of himself or larger. The wings, quickly, tucked themselves close to his form, once more. He walked away from the lightest part of the room. His boots clanking against the ground. His belts clanging slightly as he moved. It was the only sound that filtered through the place. He sat upon a throne, the frame done in ebony black. The cushions were crimson. Above the headrest was an iron dragon seeming to peer down at the one below it. He placed his left elbow on an armrest and placed his chin in his palm. His right hand holding the goblet and swirling the liquid inside.

He absent mindedly blew at a strand of his white hair that fell on his face. A sense of boredom filled the air as the room grew quiet once more. Footsteps were heard coming from the pathway of stairs. He tensed at the sound, but relaxed when his sense told him of only a servant. His eyes quickly dulling from their crimson shade to pale blue pools. His eyes shifted as his mood did. Crimson always was a color to fear when in his presence. He sighed and looked up at the vast ceiling. A map was painted upon the surface, that of Aku Fatalia. By common knowledge of the underlying planets Aku contained two main types of inhabitants that would be considered intelligent. By default a pale skinned person was known as a demon or devil. These were his people.

Since he could remember, he was a god to them. He would never die as the fates had decided. He remained the god of darkness, chaos, demons, and death. Always surrounded by followers and accompanied by servants of all types. One would think he would find great enjoyment, though, he never once truly smiled in his life's time. His grim expression of that of a lost soul. Suddenly, his head perked up at the sound of someone entering his room.

The girl entered his room, quietly. Her pants jiggling with the weighted belts they bore. Her face pale and her hair a very pale blond. She looked up to him, her bangs hiding her face. He smirked slightly and waved his hand slightly to the left. She smiled in a devilish manner and ventured into the dark depths of the walls once more. He once more allowed the bored air to return its presence once more. His eyes darted this way and that, scanning the surface of the room.

They stopped on a red ball on the floor. Upon further investigation that red ball was not what it first seemed. It moved in the motion of breathing as its fur rose and fell. It perked its head up. It yawned, its small fangs glistening in the darkness. Ryuji smirked and the young dragon emerged from its sleeping position to sit beside its master. His gloved hand running through the rough mane of the creature. It purred in response and continued so even after the absence of the glove.

His eyes wandered to the crimson curtains he looked at. The eerie glow they set upon the room, the eyes of the wall that only closed in the presence of the darkest night. Daylight was forbidden to his soul bond by the laws of the Demon Lord. Still he longed for the day he could venture forth into his world. A lonely soul searching for some kind of escape from his inner prison and to remember that which was long buried with time.

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She looked through the bleak dark she had known for a time. She laid her head upon her lap, seeking some refuge in the act. Her white wings folded close to her form, seemingly innocent in appearance. She was clad in jeans and a light violet shirt. Her hands clenching at the base of the jeans, seeking a way in which to occupy time. A wind blew through her room, billowing the curtains open to reveal the outside world. It was something she rarely visited anymore. Indeed, she was not mistreated by the Demon Lord, but she longed to be her own.

Her blonde hair contrasting with the dark morbid air the castle clung to. Her eyes bright and full of life, unlike those that surrounded her. She was a light trapped within the confines of darkness. Yet, she smiled. She admitted life was not that bad despite the beliefs of others. What mattered was her outlook alone. Allow the others to dwell in darkness only to die faster while she would endure for longer enjoyments of living.